Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1887-04-01


If the captain would only put his trumpet to
his lip and cry OUT =" Lower your boats
Bear down this way We are burning upl
Fret Fne" No. No. No signal is given
If that vessel perishes, having hailed no one,
whose fault will it bef VIII it be the fault Of
the ship that hid its calamity, or win it be
the fault of the vessels that, passing on the
high seas, would have been glad to furnish re-
lief if it had been only asked3 In other words,
my brother, If you miss heaven it will be
your own fault,
No one cares for your soull Why, in all the
ages there have been men whose entire bust
ness was soul saving. In this work Munson
went down under the knives of the cannibals
whom he had come to save, and Robert Nc
Cheyne preached himself TO death by thirty
years OF age, and John Bunyan was thrown
INTO dungeon in Bedfordshire, and Jehudi
Ashman endured all the malaras of the Afri-
can Jungle and there are hundreds and thou
sands Of Christian men and women now who
are praying, toiling, preaching, living, dying,
TO save souls.
No one cares foryour soul! Have you heard
hoW, Christ feels about it, |, know It w4s
Calvary, the birthplace and the deathplace
of Christ; but who can tell how many miles
it was from the throne to the manger! How
many miles down, how many miles back
again! The place of his departure was the
focus of all splendor and pomp: all the
in every song and the inscription on every
! banner; his landing place cattle pen, NAL
odorOuS with mWaShed bruteS, and dogs
growing in and out Of the stable. Born
of weary mother who had jouTneyed
| eighty miles in severe unhealth that she
might find the right place for the Lords ma
| tivity-born, not as other princes, under the
flash of a chandelier, but under a lantern
swung by rope to the roof of the barn. In
| that place Christ started to save you. Your
name, your face, your time, your eternity,
| II Chrlsts mind Sometimes travelling on
mules back to escape old Herod's massacre.
sometimes attempting nervous sleep on the
| chilly hillside, sometimes earning his break
fast by the carpentry of ploW. In Quaran-
tania the stones of the field, by their shape
and color, looking like the loayes Of bread
tantalzing his hunger. Yet all the time
treading the surf at Genessaret Howled after
! by bloodthirsty mob. Denounced as a
| drunkard. Mourning over doomed city,
while others shouted at the sight Of the SHIN
mering towers. All the time coming on and
coming on to save you. Indicted as being a
traitor against government, perjured wit
| neSSeS swearing their souls away to insure
| his butchery FlOgged, spit on, slapped in
! the face and then hoistcd on rough lumber,
| in sight of earth and heaven and hell to
| purchase your eternal emancipation. From
the first infant step TO the last step of man
u
| for you Oh! how he cared for your soul!
| BY dolorous arithmetic add up the stable, the
wlntrY tempest. tbG dni6hfld6td, the Brutal
| Sanhedrip, the heights of GOigotha, across
| which all the hatredS of earth and all the
furies of hell charged with their bayonetG, and
then dare to say again that no one cares Tor
! your soul
A young man might as well go off from
home and give his father and mother no init
nation as to where he has gone, and, cross
| ing the SEAS sitting down in some foreign
| country, cold, sick and hungry and lonely,
saying: My father and mother don't care
| anything about me-" Do not care anything
about him! Why, that fathers hair has
turned gray since his son went off He has
| written to all the conSuls i'll the foreign ports,
asking about that son. Does not the mother
care anything about him3 He has broken her
heart She has never smiled since he went
away All day long, and almost all night,
she keeps asking: "Where is he! Where can
he beP' He is the first thought in her prayer
and the last thought i'll her prayer, the first
! thought in the morning and the last at night.
| She says: "Oh, God, bring back my boy! |
must sec him again before / die Where is
he? must see him again before die. "Oh,
| do not his father and mother care for hml
| You 90 away from your Heavenly Father,
and you think he does not care for you
because you will not even read the letters by
which he invites you to come back while
! all heaven is waiting, and waiting, and wait
ing for you to return. A young man said to
his father: u am going off; will write to
you at the end of seven years and tell you
where l am" Many years have passed along
since that son went away, and for years the
| father has been going to the depot
in the village, on the arrival of every
train, and when he hears the whistle in the
distance he is thrilled with excitement, and
| he waits until all the passengers have come
out, and then he waits until the train has
gone clear out of sight again, and then he
goes home, Fastening back to the next train
and he will be at every train until that son
| comes back, unless the son waits until the
father be dead. But oh, the greater patience
| of God! He has been waiting for YOU not
seven years, not nine years, but for some of
you, twenty years, thirty years, forty years,
| fifty years-waiting, calling-waiting, calling
until nothing but ominpotent patience could
have endured it. Oh my brother, do not take
the sentiment Of my text as your sentiment.
| We do care for your soul One Sabbath
night, years ago, in my church in Brook
lyn, young man appeared at the end of the
! platform and he said to me: II have lust come
off the sea-" | said; "When did YOU arrivem
Said he: II came into port this afternoon.
was in great blow off Cape Hatteras this
last week, and L thought that might as
| well go to heaven as to he'll.
thought the ship would sink; but, sir,
| l never very seriously thought about
my soul until tonight" l said to him: "Do
you feel that Christ is able and willing to
save you" '.Oh, yes" he replied, 81 do"
Ivy Ivy ell" said, now va. are you willing to come
',Well, will you now, in the prayer we are
about to offer, give yourself to God for time
and eterntyP' II will" he said. Then we
knelt in prayer, and after we had got
through praying, he told me that the great
Transformation had taken place. could not
Ha &c ho
know what other port he may gain or lose,
Iut think lie will gain the harbor of heaven
Star Of peace, beam DER the billow,
Bless the soul that sighs for Thee:
Bless the sailors lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea-
1t was sudden conversion with him that
night. Oh, that it might be sudden CONVEX
sion with you to-day! God can save you in
one moment rs well as he can in a century.
There are sudden deaths, sudden calamities,
sudden losses Why not sudden deliverances?
Gods spirit is infinite in speed. He comes
here with omnipotent power, and he is ready
here and now, instantaneously and forever,
to save your soul. believe that multitude
or you Will to-day come to God. | feel you
are coming, and you will bring along your
| families and your friends with you
They have heard in heaven already of
the step you are are about to take The
| news has been cried along the golden streets
and has rung out from the towers "a soul
savedl A soul saved" But there is some
one here to-day who will reject this gospel
He will stay out of the kingdom of God him
self He will keep his family and his friends
out 1t is dreadful thing for man just to
plant himself in the way of life, then keep
back his children, keep back his companion
in life, keep back his business partners
to go into heaven himself and refuse to let
others go in.
A young man, at the close of religious
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